Want to post one of my favorite poem of all time by Robert Frost. Just knew about this great poem when I was still in AIESEC in 1998. It reminds me all the time, that whatever choices I have, it's up to me to decide. I'm following my own path, and that's what have brought me to where I am now. Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920. THE ROAD NOT TAKEN TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: T
Home for my wandering mind, where I can simply think out loud.